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Mark me with your teachings
In the dark place of my mind.
Hallowed by the seasons
Only hatred you will find.
You burned me for your pleasure
Melted flesh from off my bones.
Only to find that I'm immortal
And there's no way left to atone.
'Cause the Devil's got a hold of me
I'm a wicked thing, can't you see.
Let's not talk about conspiracy
You've been playing wicked games on me.
You paint me as a demon
A wayward child of the night.
Just to silence the true reason
I have fallen to this plight.
You paid highly for the pleasure
Of consuming flesh and sin.
Now you're poisoned by the toxins
That has nurtured deep within.
'Cause the Devil's got a hold of me
I'm a wicked thing, can't you see.
Let's not talk about conspiracy
You've been playing wicked games on me.
Hush now sweet one
Don't you cry
If a witch should look you
In the eye...
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Ink Stained Fangs
PuisiThe Poetic Rambles of Vera Anne Wolf Poems to reflect the wanderings of my mind, the struggles of my life, and dreams which the characters in my stories whisper to me.
